It was utterly unfathomable.
Further a field, Yilong stood in stunned silence.
Initially believing Bayou's ability to contend with the royal level was mere chance.
However, the moment Bayou unleashed his domain, Yilong realized that Bayou had ascended to the royal level unbeknownst to him.
The consumption of magical energy within the realm of death was nearly double that of the frost realm.
Thus, swift resolution was imperative.
Bayou was enveloped by a dense aura of dark elements and merely glanced at Count Yucka, who was instantly ignited within the confines of the domain.
Count Yaka transformed into a multitude of bats while arrows of concentrated darkness coalesed behind Bayou, raining down upon the bats and piercing them through.
Count Yucka then morphed into a massive crimson silhouette.
His form enshrouded in blood, becoming a grotesque creature composed entirely of sanguin matter.
He lunged toward Bayou while the werewolf, commanding the shadows of wolves behind him, prepared for a direct assault.
Bayou vanished, ascending into the air to confront Count Yucka.
Wisely avoiding a simultaneous confrontation with both the werewolf and the vampire.
With a single stroke, Bayou rent count yucka as formless sunder.
His two halves dissolving into blood seeking to insnare by you suspended in midair.
Countless black flame spikes.
Bayou also discovered a notable point.
Weirwolves and vampires possess no domains where their domains differ from those of other royal beings.
They seem to belong to a category of enhanced domain abilities which cannot be projected outward and thus cannot counter by used domain rendering them exceedingly passive.
In contrast, the sorcerer is engaged in a battle between his domain of wind and by used domain of death.
The dark magic he wields devastates other elemental forces, rendering his domain inadequate in the face of by us, which is gradually eroding it.
However, at this moment, the sorcerer remains within the confines of his own domain, impervious to the viruses and curses emanating from Bayu's realm.
What dismays the sorcerer is that his usual elemental magic dissipates before it can even reach Bayou, leaving him entirely oblivious to the elements within her domain.
Presently, Count Yuca is gravely injured.
The sorcerer is unable to unleash his full potential, and the werewolves cannot even approach by you.
Their skirmishes began in the snowy mountains, further depleted by the onslaught of the undead.
And now they are utterly incapable of harnessing their full strength against Bayou.
They find themselves at a stalemate.
Advancing would mean certain defeat against Bayou.
While retreating would lead to encirclement by countless undead.
Without a moment's hesitation, the sorcerer turns to flee, valuing his life above the pursuit of godhood.
Observing the sorcerer's retreat, Count Yuca also chooses to escape.
In this dire situation, even seizing divine power would scarcely ensure their survival.
As for the weirwolves, who invoke disgust in the vampires, they must fend for themselves.
"Stop them," Bayou commands, and a legion of undead surges towards the vampires and the sorcerer.
In an instant, Bayou's form vanishes from sight, not pursuing the nearby vampires, but rather targeting the more distant sorcerer.
Firstly, the sorcerer's affiliation with the esteemed mage association poses a formidable complication.
Secondly, the sorcerer being merely mortal is frail and thus easier to eliminate.
With a swift teleportation, Bayou closes the distance significantly.
A black vortex materializes before the sorcerer, compelling him to redirect his stance.
In this fleeting moment, Bayu teleports once more, now standing directly before the sorcerer.
The enhanced dark magic has shortened the interval of teleportation, extended the range, and reduced the mana cost, resulting in a comprehensive augmentation.
Despite not having reached a higher tier, the sorcerer conjures a fiery blade of lava in his left hand and a frosty blade of ice in his right.
Hurling both towards Bayou, he harbors no illusions about inflicting harm upon her.
His sole hope is to knock her down, granting him a chance to escape.
Boom! Boom! Bayou effortlessly shatters the two wind blades with her sythe, the gale tousling her hair as her silver locks cascade across her visage.
Her left eye glows with intensity as she fixates on a sorcerer.
Rather than being knocked down, she hovers gracefully in the air.
The sorcerer is struck with panic.
She possesses the ability to fly.
Bayou had initially intended to conceal this capability to severely wound or eliminate an adversary.
Yet before her plan could unfold, these two royal beings had already resolved to flee.
In an instant, the sorcerer disintegrates into dust, distancing himself from Bayou as a powerful compressed wind blade coaleses before him.
A colossal blade of wind cleave the air, hurtling towards Bayou with tremendous force.
The surrounding gargoyless obliterators, and even the skeletal dragon were instantaneously severed in two, their forms plummeting earth.
Bayou raised his left hand, and a dark barrier materialized before him.
simultaneously unleashing a soul curse upon the sorcerer.
The wind blade struck the dark barrier, causing Bayu's magical energy to plummet by 100 points.
Yet, he remained unscathed.
Dark vapors emanated from the sorcerer's head.
Blood gushed from his eyes, nose, and other orififices, and he staggered backward as the surrounding winds dissipated.
His body descending into the abyss below.
Chapter 168.
summoning the king- level corpse by you chose to disregard the sorcerer.
Recognizing perhaps the sole advantage of a lords, he could ascertain the fate of his adversary by merely opening the system panel.
Congratulations, Lord, for successfully slaying a level one sorcerer of the Royal Sorcerer Association, earning 300 experience points.
With determination, Bayou turned towards Count Yuka, who was gravely injured and ens snared by the undead.
Unable to escape, the count's ability to transform into a swarm of bats consumed his blood, rendering him progressively weaker with each transformation.
Each time he morphed, a significant number of bats perished, severely impacting him.
Given his current state, should he attempt to transform again, it would not matter whether Bayou arrived.
The undead would assuredly wear him down to his demise.
In his peripheral vision, Count Yuca spotted Bayu, who had dispatched the sorcerer and was now advancing towards him.
Alarmed, he disregarded everything else and forcefully transformed into a swarm of bats once more, desperately seeking to flee.
However, Bayou was utilizing teleportation, moving with remarkable swiftness, and the domain of death had enveloped the swarm.
In an instant, the surrounding bats began to ignite spontaneously, disintegrating into black ash.
Count Yuca barely managed to escape a short distance before he was compelled to revert to his human form.
At that moment, he appeared aged.
His skin wrinkled, resembling an elder nearing the end of their days.
Dark spots marred his skin, and his regenerative abilities had significantly diminished.
His body gradually succumbing to decay from viral infection.
I need blood.
Count Yuka had descended into madness.
As Bayou approached, he swiftly severed the count in two, dark magic corrupting his body and soul.
As the count struggled, gradually surrendering his life.
Bayou extinguished the flames, consuming Count Yuca's corpse, preserving it.
Congratulations, Lord, for successfully slaying a level one bloodline vampire count, earning 300 experience points.
How is this possible? Yelong, observing from a distance, was struck with disbelief as he witnessed by you vanquish two royal adversaries.
With the count's demise imminent, Yilong wasted no time in fleeing.
He had refrained from escaping while the count was alive, but now felt liberated from such reservations.
Though Bayu noticed Yuiang<unk>s retreat, he paid him no mind.
The distance between them was too great, and maintaining the domain of death had already drained a considerable amount of his magical energy.
By aerial maneuvering was still in its infancy, primarily relying on levitation and teleportation for movement.
Regardless, Yilong could run, but he could not escape his destiny.
Bayou resolved to address the immediate situation before refining his abilities.
He retracted the domain and gently descended, returning to the site where he had buried the divine essence.
With a decisive kick, he unearthed it.
Seeing by you eliminate his foes, Ini rushed over.
Impressive work by you, but your domain appears rather sinister.
This remark stem from the fact that the undead were inherently a collection of lifeless entities.
Bayou's gaze shifted to the battlefield where the undead clashed with the werewolves.